Author: Chambooks

White snow blankets the mountains and streams everywhere.
Hikers who enjoy snow-scapes
Are climbing up a path piled knee-deep in snow.
I cannot see the path, but following their footprints,
I climb higher and higher.

Silently, my youth disappeared
With the years that passed without a word,
And my body is different from the days of its youth.
My life was spent in futile busy activities,
But it became more and more meaningless.

The human mind is one of hunger
That tries to fill itself
With even more minds of hunger.
It is a habit of this mind to want to be filled;
But no matter how a person with this mind tries,
It can never be filled;